In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Seireitei, outside the Black Ridge Gate.

The blazing flames illuminated the earth. The high temperature, which was so high that ordinary people could not get close to it, turned the large area of ​​land outside the door into a deep charred color.

In the center of the fire, a burly skeleton with all his clothes burned off stood quietly.

On the scraps of clothing left on the ground, one could vaguely see the holy text outlined in the shape of a 'B'.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni sheathed his sword and walked past the Quincy in front of him, who looked either brave or reckless, as if he didn't see a thing.

After beheading Saint B Baberer, who was equivalent to the current second-in-command of the Stern Cross Knights, the middle-aged man who was at the peak of his power as a god of death was not left with even a single scratch.

"Lord Genryusai."

Quebu's figure appeared from nowhere and stood beside Yuanliuzai.

Yamamoto did not respond to him, but turned to look towards the center of the Soul Society, as if he had noticed something, and murmured softly:

"here we go."

Quebu thought that Master Yuanliuzai was worried about the battle situation over there, so he whispered to comfort him, "Please rest assured, Master Yuanliuzai."

"After all, there are as many as four captains gathered in the First Squadron barracks."

"Even the leader of the Quincy will surely be slain by you."

Unfortunately, his whispered words of comfort did not have the desired effect, or perhaps... he had misunderstood something.

Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni spoke calmly:

"Can't win."

"Ok?"

The young Suzube seemed not to have expected this answer and was stunned, looking at Genryusai with wide eyes.

Yamamoto showed no sign of changing his tune and said calmly, "Even if we fight to the death with just a few of them, we can't win."

"Then why...?"

As if he had understood, but also as if following his inner inertia, Quebu subconsciously asked the first half of the question.

Even if he didn't finish the rest of his words, it was enough for people to understand his problem.

If you can't win, why do you want to send them to die?

"Because, as long as they all fight for their lives and die in battle at the hands of Yhwach..."

"I am confident that I can defeat him."

Yamamoto's voice was as calm and steady as ever, but the words he uttered were so cold that they sent chills down one's spine.

This sentence can naturally be understood in reverse.

Without their sacrifice, even Lord Genryūsai would not have the confidence to defeat Yhwach.

Therefore, their sacrifice was necessary.

Compassion does not command troops.

Suzuki Chojiro has never understood this truth as deeply as he does today.

"But... Makoto also..."

He was still trying to make sense.

However, Yamamoto just looked at Suzube calmly without saying a word.

When Suzuki fell silent, Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni said calmly:

"That's his will."

Almost at the same time as the words fell, in the direction of the first squadron's barracks, a huge red pillar of spiritual energy suddenly pierced through the sky.

It erupted with divine power that was difficult to look away from.

Yamamoto and Suzube didn't continue talking.

......

Smoke filled the air.

The oppressive smell of rust pierced the nostrils, making it difficult to breathe.

The land that was originally the First Squad's barracks has now turned into ruins, with holes of various sizes scattered across the ground, and traces of corrosion and explosions everywhere.

The ground is covered with mottled knife marks, alternating between horizontal and vertical lines, like huge eroded scars.

"thump."

The executor Nai Wugang collapsed to the ground with a tall and thin figure. A huge hole pierced through his entire chest. Black blood flowed down along his facial features and almost solidified on his face.

Looking inside from the cavity, the internal organs were already burnt.

It's not just about executing Wu Gang.

Wang Tuchuan Yuxuji's body was split into two halves, his empty eyes looking up at the sky, half of his cheek and torso were blown to pieces, spreading to one side like powder, his hand still tightly grasping the hilt of the knife, but the blade had already broken into two sections.

The huge body of Arihime of Zenjoji Temple was still alive even after death. Her severed head lay beside her, and only her mountain-like torso stood upright in its place.

The ground beneath his feet formed a huge mark as if it had been bitten, with him as the center and extending further away.

No one can imagine what kind of battles they experienced in their lifetime.

"puff......"

Saito Bakushi struggled to support himself with his sword, slowly licked the blood from the corner of his lips with the tip of his snake, raised his one eye and looked at Yhwach, who was still standing there, as calm and composed as a god looking down at an ant.

Although I already know that this guy is as strong as that bastard Yuan Liusai.

However, I didn't expect it to be so ridiculously strong...

The girl was thinking this in her heart, but a hearty smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her petite body was shaking with laughter.

"But it doesn't matter."

To die in the most fierce and glorious battle has always been her lifelong wish.

Saito Bulaobushi raised the blade with difficulty.

But if I have to say something, I probably still feel a little regretful, right?

Saito didn't know why, even though he was charging towards his lifelong wish, the face of Fujimiya Makoto involuntarily appeared in his mind.

"...that idiot."

An unconscious smile appeared on her face.

But then, the girl's smile suddenly faded, and the sharpness in her single eye became increasingly fierce.

"Can you still stand up?"

Yhwach looked at her coldly and said calmly, "You haven't used your Bankai yet at this point... It's really surprising."

"You should be the weakest among them, right?"

"laugh."

"My Bankai is not suitable for use in crowded places."

Saito Bulaobushi slowly raised his head, suddenly raised his knife and cut his left wrist, letting the bright red blood drip onto the blade.

"besides!"

"I am the strongest!"

The moment the words fell, a bright red field spread in all directions along the blade leaning on the ground, covering the entire field of vision of Yhwach and Saito, and completely enveloping an area within a radius of one kilometer.

It turned into a scarlet swamp.

Saito's voice slowly rang out:

"Swastika!"

"Striving for life, striving for death..."

"—Sacrifice blood and sacrifice together!"

......

Chapter 159 Hey, I'm here to save you

The crimson light illuminated the earth, and the scene like a blood swamp encompassed an area of ​​one kilometer centered on the two people.

The katana in Saito Banabushi's hand turned into a blade made entirely of blood.

It looks even more slender and fragile than the Shikai.

You can even vaguely feel the trajectory of blood flow.

Yhwach remained calm and composed, looking coldly at the blade in Saito's hand, with a hint of disdain in his tone.

"Such a small thing is actually a Bankai..."

"And it's not just the form, even the spiritual pressure hasn't increased much?"

Although he was still unfamiliar with the Death God's killing weapon called "Bankai", after personally defeating the combined Bankai of the three captains, Yhwach had realized that this was a sublimation of the Death God at the soul level.

The more powerful the Shinigami, the more powerful his Bankai will be.

If we only compare the previous few people, each of them had their spiritual pressure increased by at least five to ten times after activating their Bankai.

But, this little kid in front of me...

Yhwach frowned.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

"That's because you have no vision, asshole."

Saito chuckled softly, but unusually, he wasn't angry.

She raised the blood blade in her hand and said frivolously, "But it's true... After all, you're not the first one to say that."

"Ok?"

Yhwach looked at Saito with increasing confusion.

It’s weird.

Although he did not feel the rise in his spiritual pressure, he could clearly sense the subtle but real sense of danger that posed a threat to his life.

what on earth is it?

Saito took a step forward, his small feet wrapped in tabi and wearing straw sandals, stepping into the increasingly muddy and dark red blood swamp, walking step by step towards Yhwach, and there seemed to be a hint of excitement in his voice.

"The Shuhui Gongxi Blood Festival is a very dangerous Bankai."

"Any powerful enemy within this range that I've anchored will be marked as 'prey'."

"In order to kill this prey, I will continue to offer 'sacrifices' to the Blood Luo Sacrifice...in exchange for power."

"The more powerful the opponent, the greater the power you can gain through sacrifice."

"Until, after victory, I kill the prey and exchange it for the 'sacrifice', or die at the hands of the 'prey'."

As he spoke, Saito slowly reached out his hand and touched the empty space under his dark eye mask.

That eye was lost in a failure after a certain Bankai.

but.

I won't lose this time.

Victory or death.

There are only two options.

Saito Bakurou raised his pretty face and revealed a smile that was so cold and almost crazy.